It jumped up very suddenly and there was no warning before this observation.
When he woke up completely, Kraft found that his hand had been pressed on the small prism in his sleeve, and he was subconsciously preparing to adjust the depth of observation.
This action was as natural as moving closer when the vision was blurred, and closing the distance to allow himself to see clearly. The moment before he was about to dive, he was shocked to realize that his actions were different, and his mental senses were disconnected.
【when?】
When did I become so accustomed to contacting the deep levels? It has only been more than half a month, and it has progressed to the point where I instinctively want to dive down and use my spiritual senses to "look closely", as freely as stepping into the door of a room.
Kraft pulled out the prisms from his sleeves, focused on the grid dot diagram, and distanced himself. Now was not the time to dive in recklessly.
Sudden depth changes in the mental body are most likely caused by something moving below. The experience of being in the salt tide area during the day is still vivid in my mind. In addition to not being able to directly enter the real world, its depth control far exceeds that of an acquired user like Kraft.
At this time, approaching the deep layer means being clearly exposed to its field of vision. Fighting against something that has the ability to drag people deep into the deep layer is what it is best at. After falling out of control, it may not have a chance to ignite.
"Can't be hasty, can't be hasty."
A new candle is lit, and the observation interval returns to once for each candle. Even if the speed doubles and rises, it will not be able to pull Ku down so quickly. He needs time to understand its action pattern.
Kraft stared at the candlelight, the flames flickered, and the dripping wax slid down the body of the candle, dragging out long strips of solidified wax that gradually solidified.
He frequently looked at Coop, who was breathing calmly and his chest was rising and falling slowly, exactly the same as before. When he realized what was happening, the originally dull and boring waiting became anxious. Not being able to see this change process made people especially nervous.
torment.
Through a simple comparison of fading data, you know that it is coming, approaching here, and in some unique way, it will pull the human spiritual body downwards.
Anxiety and fear make people want to open their mental vision senses, constantly observe the changes in Koop's mental body, and use the only indirect method currently feasible to understand its movements, but reason clearly points out that this measure is absolutely impossible.
The price of temporarily complying with emotional impulses will be a complete loss of vision in the next half of the process, and the loss of the ability to monitor its actions and the means to respond.
Kraft felt that Coop was trapped in an iron coffin submarine that was sinking in the deep sea. Unknown creatures were wandering outside, stirring up the water from time to time, and dragging him to the deep abyss at an accelerated speed.
But I could only stare at a malfunctioning gauge that showed the depth intermittently, and I knew it was coming by comparing the data of two sudden drops. I didn't dare to go to the porthole and take a look outside, because when I saw it, I would be reacted to it.
Looking at each other.
He hallucinated the sound of water outside the window and disappeared in an instant. Psychologically, he couldn't tell whether he was in the depths or in this world, but it must be lurking in the depths. The tide pouring into the city was swimming nearby.
Intangible influence acts on the spiritual body that establishes a connection, accelerating the sinking. There is no way to know how it does it. While it possesses this ability, it can also affect the depth of others.
If he was hit by it during the sinking process, Kraft could predict the outcome. He would sink out of control, fall to the deep level, and be surprised before he could adapt.
A long candle time passed, and the spiritual senses were opened, and the degree of fading of the spiritual body was eagerly examined, which was slightly higher than one level.
The average fading speed of one standard unit in fifteen minutes is about the same as before, slightly faster than one minute. Since only two points have been taken since the increase, I am not very sure.
The sudden rise in data was confirmed, and Kraft felt relieved. Half the night had passed, and it was not too dangerous at this speed.
What I need to worry about is my current physical condition. The throbbing pain on the cranial side is getting worse, which indicates that I have insufficient rest after frequently using my mental senses. I feel that the internal tissues are expanding, squeezing the outer shell, and pushing out the tightly connected cranial sutures.
This is an illusion. Symptoms of increased intracranial pressure should include blurred vision and vomiting in addition to headaches. He has not yet reached this point. If he can stand another observation at a single candle interval, he will have to lengthen the interval in the future.
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"One more time..." The flames lit up again, and Kraft leaned back in his chair, emptying his mind and seizing the precious rest time.
The burning speed was too slow when I wanted to be fast, and too fast when I wanted to be slow. The accumulated pain had not been reduced much, and it was time to measure again. The mental senses scanned Kupu and came up with a new change value.
【Three-quarter grid】
"Hmm?" Putting his middle finger on his temple, Kraft reluctantly drew new dots, and the progress slowed down. "What does it mean this time?"
After waiting for the two candles to burn out, the measured speed returned to the previous flat range. Contrary to imagination, the speed at which Kupp's mental body dived showed that the creature dragging him did not continue to move.
Stayed nearby for a while and then left?
The second round of testing continued at a gentle pace, and the double rest time gave Kraft a chance to recover some of his energy. He had a premonition that this would not be the end, and the intermittent naps were like the prelude to the peak of the wave.
【Three grids】
"Hiss..." Kraft took a deep breath, half because of a recurrence of headache, and half because of the drastic change in numbers. The dotted line formed by the dots turned at a steep angle, heading straight towards forty.
There was a light sound coming from the window, and the hand pressed the hilt of the sword, the blade was unsheathed a few inches, and the sound of long and thick breathing rose and fell, and then it was discovered that it was just the sea breeze blowing, gently pushing against the loosely fitting window panel.
Reason repeatedly told him that he was in this world, but his sensibility returned to the sound of the tide in the deep layers, and he could not help but imagine the possibility of wet limbs slapping against the window lattice. It was closer in the deep layers, closer than last time.
But what did it do before? What happened during the interval?
Kraft stood up and walked around, his regular steps soothing his inner discomfort a little, but the development of things was not as expected.
【Two grids】
After the peak period of sinking, the speed slowed down unexpectedly. He began to reconsider what these two peaks meant.
The initial expectation was that the thing would keep pulling Coop deeper, just like pulling himself down, but in fact this process was intermittent.
Even if the depth of the mental body has exceeded forty and is not far from the critical point, the sinking speed has slowed down again. It has no intention of going deeper in one go. It can't be because it doesn't want to, right?
That is to say, there are limitations to this ability. No matter what it is, the interval is the gap left. There is at least three candles between the two accelerations, which is about forty-five minutes.
"It's getting interesting." Kraft cut out this period of time on the paper and marked it, lit a candle and waited for the next monitoring.
This time he simply rested for three full candles, and after the last one burned out, he monitored the depth and found that the gentle sinking speed was in line with expectations.
After two consecutive monitoring of one candle, the sudden rise process was caught. After the second half of the candle was burned, the depth growth rate began to change, and it was noticed that there were one third more bars than the first half.
depth.
Two candles later, Kupp's mental body was completely dragged to the critical point, and the severe fading feeling was close to what Kraft saw in the depths.
That bleak fading spreads outward from the spiritual body, enveloping the entire physical body, and spreads to the periphery. It is similar to the poor man who was petrified by the snake woman's gaze in mythology, losing the color that represents the elements of this world.
After diving to a certain depth, the spiritual body becomes the medium through which the deep layer reacts on the real world. In the spiritual field of vision, the colors around Kupu drain away like sand in an hourglass, falling into the void and disappearing. It is unclear whether it is the real world or the deep layer.
It is as if a thumbtack temporarily pinned the two layers of the world and the deep together, opening up the two levels and creating a small overlap.
The fading was difficult, proceeding slowly and steadily. Kraft did not close his mental senses, but glanced at the candle. There was not much time left for this accelerated sinking. If it was going to make a difference, it would be now.
He grabbed the prism on the table and fixed it in his sleeve. His memory was very good and he would not forget all the promises he made a few hours ago. If he was going to do something, it would be here.
During the difficult progress, the degree of fading jumped forward a small amount without warning, just like the last drag of an exhausted person. This tiny bit compared to the whole allowed the spiritual body to truly cross the threshold and reach a deep level.
The fading bloomed from the spiritual body and instantly enveloped the surroundings. The spatially consistent deep layers and the present world overlapped and intertwined in chaos. The chaotic and twisted feeling disappeared in a flash, as if a replacement had occurred.
The two are turned upside down, with the spiritual body as the center, the current world falls into the deep level, and the deep level perfectly replaces the current world. This small area is replaced by the corresponding, visually identical, deep level.
Without the spiritual body as a medium, the connection is broken, and the faded parts are assimilated into the real world, filled with full "color", and seemingly nothing happens, except for the fact that Kupu has been dragged into the depths.
[The spiritual body is the bridge]
Kraft had no time to lament that his understanding of the deep mechanism had deepened. He knew that the opportunity he had been waiting for had arrived. He held the prism tightly and sank steadily under the guidance of his spirit. The world dimmed and the atmosphere came.
A blurry, squirming figure precipitated within the sensing range as the depth approached, and floated up in the deep water waves. It noticed the uninvited guest who was crossing the plane.
The depth they were in changed at the moment of mutual confirmation, but then stopped abruptly, retreating unwillingly to the depths and letting out a silent roar.
The roar turned into an invisible ripple-like vibration that spread out and swept across the entire mental field of vision. It was very similar to the deep oscillation that Kraft felt when he first approached the small prism, but the amplitude was much smaller.
The depth oscillated back and forth uncontrollably, the prisms in the hand vibrated in resonance, and the irregular and chaotic changes in color made the mind muddy, the consciousness fluctuated, and he almost lost control of the depth and fell straight down.
The guess is correct. Its ability was temporarily exhausted while dragging Kupu. This was the last weakened blow it could make. It was temporarily unable to launch any impact from the depth level and switched to changing its spatial position by waving its arms and legs.
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Kraft, who had barely withstood the oscillation, adjusted his speed and reached the depths smoothly. His mental senses conveyed the message of a huge software climbing on the outer wall. The noise and roar increased in intensity, and a dazzling white light penetrated the gap in the window, illuminating the sleeping man.
Coop's face.
The light tumor and vocal cords follow the arms and legs out of the water, and in the mental field of vision the human bones and muscles support drive them upward, as if they are reorganized from the corpse of a drowned person who melted in the water, trying to crawl back to the world.
The prey on this trip heard frightening sounds in their sleep, and their facial expressions were distorted, but they still could not escape the solid dream cage illuminated by white light.
In desperation, he could only light the brazier first, get a torch, light it, and hold it in his hand. After several uses, the time that his mental senses could sustain was running out, but he had no chance to disconnect first and wait for the side effects to pass.
The penetrating vision brought by his mental senses saved Coop's life. Kraft judged that there were still a few seconds left before it arrived at the window. He rushed to the bedside in three steps and then grabbed Coop's arm and walked towards the room.
Drag it to the other side.
The deafening roar reached its peak when Coop was dragged out of bed, all the arms and legs were pulled out of the water, and the vocal branches were attached to the outer wall to make jagged sounds.
The unprecedented sound played out the anger and resentment towards such a fragile and small thing for daring to damage its body, conveying the negative emotions that reached directly into the mind. The guy who was lucky enough to escape from its hands now dared to stop its prey. It was simply outrageous.
Logical metaphor.
The terrifying sound shocked the mind, making the experienced Kraft dizzy, and also woke up Coop who was being dragged.
He opened his eyes, woke up from the absurd nightmare given by his brain, and faced another more real unconscious nightmare.
The window exploded, and the squirming dazzling light source and the layer upon layer of human-like and inhuman roars poured into the room. The vision and hearing were filled with saturated stimulation, and information that had never been experienced before was transmitted, containing undisguised malice and giant will.
The broken boards in the waves were beaten to pieces.
It was an indescribable evil that even priests and bishops could not imagine in their entire lives, a deep fear that could not be compared to the molten iron falling into hell or the minions of evil spirits.
The terrifying and blasphemous existence of real existence can destroy the human will just by seeing its appearance. How can it survive and be written into the classics?
It squeezed into the room through the window and hit the floor with a thick, heavy echo, like a writhing cluster of maggots, or like a slender mass of a sea serpent emerging in the light, growing on a giant writhing, glowing arm, clawing at the void.
And the minds of those who witnessed it. What other faint sounds were masked by the roar that broke out again.
He struggled feebly and blindly, waving his arms and legs like a mackerel bouncing on a chopping board. He instinctively wanted to escape, and his chaotic consciousness directed his unruly muscles to turn these commands into ridiculous twitches.
From the released palm, a silver coin with melted and crooked patterns fell and rolled into the shadows.
But he was indeed retreating. A force as steady as cast iron grabbed his right hand and moved it away from the source of terror, like a hard rock in the roaring wave.
In the side light, the black cuffs could not help but tremble, and the power coming from them was not reduced by half.
A burning torch was thrown from behind, over the shoulder, flew across the bed, and plunged headlong into the indescribable "thing".
The blazing flames bloomed, turning it into a large fireball, burning, roaring, and dancing arms and legs trying to grab everything they could, and all the wooden beds and chairs within the range were involved in this grand burning.
He watched those twisted and squirming things twisting and deforming in the flames, and his spirit was exhausted by the excessive stimulation. Fortunately, he lost consciousness and fell into a dark and peaceful coma, so he no longer had to endure torture.